The strongest bonding agent in the world is not epoxy or cement. It’s nostalgia.
Just try separating a man of a certain era from a positive childhood memory. Tell him that the Chevy Corvair was a death trap. He’ll tell you that that’s when cars were cars. Tell him that racism was rampant back in the day. He’ll tell you he didn’t have time to think about such things when he was young because he was too busy playing with friends from morning until dinner time. Parents never worried where their kids were in the ’60s and ’70s!
